You, a float in the lost world of dreams a mystical maker of schemes
Emotionally on my means
Me, no more than a grain of sand and lost in the beach of your land
Unable to understand
When you're near reality loses its hold and lonely the tears wet my soul
But what goes on inside your mind
And what I know that fantasy drives us mad
It really can't be so bad to let it take me one more time
Love, the chances are so very few excuse me for the strange things I do
I'm drowning in an ocean of you
When you're near reality loses its hold and lonely the tears wet my soul
But what goes on inside your mind
And what I know that fantasy drives us mad
It really can't be so bad to let it take me one more time